A Finishing Touch Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Casting eyes on mountains a little way down the road
in front of this poet, loving the way its stature and
foliage is naturally formed.

Cacti holding onto sides of the mountain, remembering
how not that long ago this poet was climbing every
mountain in sight getting close to them.

Loving the exhilaration of climbing, clinging to the
sides of a mountain, looking down and seeing the city
of Phoenix from heights that normal people can't see.

Poetically though, this poet will see what other people
will never notice, for this mind and intellect sees
details.

Even in feelings and emotions they come out of themselves
in coded rhythms that still and comfort this being totally
putting a finishing touch on every poem being written.